Airports

Coming back from Manchester this afternoon was a delightful experience. Aurally at least.

It began happily as I waited to check in (+81 – Deerhoof). It got less charming as I waited some more to board (Ashes to Ashes – David Bowie). It was decidedly unpleasant when I realised that I was at the wrong terminal (The Dreaming – Kate Bush). When I arrived, unathletically, at the correct terminal, Marvin Gaye was a little much for my out-of-breath ears to handle (I am that unfit), so ‘Can I Get A Witness’ was turned off, along with my entire iPod for the duration of the flight. Landing on Irish soil, The Knife guided me through the labyrinth that is Dublin airport with ‘You Make Me Like Charity’. I was all set for a full-on Brendan Benson session on the aircoach home, but, alas, the friendly Indian man next to me wanted to converse.

From what I’ve written, it would appear that when I put my iPod on shuffle, it produces uniformly solid jams, such as the above. The truth is, my iPod is far too fond of Van Morrisson rarities, and despite all my best efforts, plays ‘Cleaning Windows’ about every five songs. On better days it’s ‘Gloria’….

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